Entering the bedroom, he lifted her into the bathroom.
With the flick of a switch, the bathtub began to fill with water, steam swirling around.
Quan Jingwu took off her clothes and placed her in the bathtub. Then, he also undressed and stepped into the tub.
As they both entered the tub, water overflowed from it.
He reached out his sturdy arm, pulling her towards him, his fingers gently pinching her chin to lift her head to meet her hollow gaze, his murderous aura uncontrollably seeping out.
He regretted, regretted letting her visit the An family's old mansion today.
What exactly had the An family done to his precious girl?
He raised his hand and stroked her pale face, his thin lips touching her beautiful eyes, "Good girl, I'm here."
Without any unnecessary words, the short statement was filled with his unique tenderness towards her.
A trace of fluctuation flashed through Jian Qing's dull eyes, but soon, it returned to calm.
